Procedural drama binge with no sound

Sunday, July 20, 2025
7:46 PM

dittydawdidah roger out or something,

mind games temptations, challenge
for attention, what's init for the provider,

how much is my attention worth, if you
pay for me, my attention paid to a hook,

- lend me y'ear, I'll owe y'one. Trust me.

jive comment
below the belt, girdle
of truth, helm of salvation
crown of creation onit al askew, Wonder
if wombed man Amazon wounds make lief
be told slow whole truth und nada mas,
Jesus tie relief knots. Hold your horses,
think we got all the time in ever, not the world
truth snarls pulled tight hold all the good we do

lasso make Hasayampa curse just lift off like,
Ecce ****, read by a monolingual American,
with no empty canabinoid receptors, awake,

bearing polished perfectly fine, using idle
how are you, fine, me, too, finer and finer

type cast as the wounded warrior honor bound,
duty to the cause,
because the cause is liberty,

to be libertine? Perish, with the thought.
Liberal rations, fair share at the lust level,
as the dissatisfaction mongers create increase
they increase who swallow the slop, sobbing, so,
that increase must be shared with all stake holders,
including addicts made to believe the mission duty,


they payback for the grace of god, doncha feelit, close
happy clapping sing along songs that are infact vows,

oh, the emotions know the difference, ha, not so, oh
no, the deed done, even in your dreams, mirror neurons,
always ready direct first precept acceptors locked slotted,
into the channel coming down, looping the aorta,
before expression, or word- signaling the dare, bet me

nano tech polarized loop enforcing food
for thought, see
the tell, make believe,
the liar's game is mortal essential,
school of all the rules, remember the losses,
weigh the wins.

This was the end.
Then it wasn't.
That's all.
This is it.

We won, we just left be reality. It was easy,
the first time it worked, it always worked, we just
had been lied to so long we had to die to unbelieve hell.

Washington Crossing the Delaware
by Emanuel Leutze, MMA-NYC, 1851

Who we aspire to become, always
we aspire to get out of this deception we made
when we believed Stephen King, that liars prosper.

The drama is we know we are lying.
Original intention is subconscious suggestion.

delicate what opposed to balance merest of whys...

All along, we know, this is it, this is life, we see,
we think, we breathe, okeh, so what, why do it,
why sort people by values nobody knows, we see

we become the entertained, we make believe,
we see so, we know, we can do that, too, act like,
we both know, how and why, we have come so far,

edges are smitht intentionally to cut days apart.

Consume or produce, presume nothing, just adjust
being a flex connector, left behind believer regrets,
sorry don't fix none o'that, contracts, riches in advance,

all at once, won the lot o' that confidence, make believe,
sister, every child oughta be convinced, not persuaded.

Shelly Berman made it clear, said
tell him he's a boy, before he makes an arbitrary decision.

Assisting Intelligence Truthb'toldentimes, we wished for this.

Such a time, sit in church, wonder if, Isaiah was sawn asunder.

Last thing Jah said was prove me now, herewith, tithe and prosper,
the way of selling appetites, desires and earnest wishes, believe,
prove the power of the offered ten percent, get it back in slaves.

Then the drama is we don't know, the mysterious why are we here plot
develops
as we sleep,

but gut response, visceral intuition,
adjusted for recent referred sufferings,
amygdaling Jungianding ding bleibe doch

hiccup a wait
hold it, wait it out, hiccups are old codes,
hope to die from rotgut burpies, prayers.

Escape, eh, scapegoats dream realized.

Yep, where all Jah's promises are premised.
in truths you never suspected, because,

at birth you were offered up, to science,
Dewey decimal educated sorted science,
finders of ways where no ways are science

heros slippery as gnosinsnot knots picked.
Wiped upon my pants, its all caked
in layers, More again, its alright,

there, we prayed were here somewhere,
over the spectrum we populate in order,
to seem as real as wasery once in poems.

will you, won't you
will you, won't you
will you, won't you xchange

reality, we believe, we take agency
we agree aggressive will to cohere,

be here,
on point, first respondent, codefendant,

mental, pause and reflect, what can matter,
what remains unexplained, mere must be there,

dark materials essential for the data we share,
all knowing humans never in history have known,

just, what,
justice, instantiated, on the cross,

wait, face reality, what one man doubts,
another testifies, was what we all must just

believe, like tov ra means nothing more than
good, and evil

and any child can tell the difference,

as if, in reality as made aware we are, among stars,
incredibly arranged in patterns appearing, to us,

as more than any before us could imagine, and we,
first live Earthian sapient writing species, wrote we
lieve be the faith of the ruling majority among us,
as the good books makes many believe, we do, too,
believe that whatsoever and whosover are general
artfully designated pre posed ever what or who
may once upon this very time feel drawn into

the greatest story ever told, on earth, unbeknownst
to any mind let be in Jesus, the fixer of Judaic flaws,

mostly along exceptionalist matters of archeological

reasonings remains from the prophets sawn asunder,
for reasons all Pharisee degrees deny worth under
standing

as if the actual lines attested
to as literal interpretations,
of genuine wisdom manifestations, sought
by the loser, found
by the browser
in ancient cesspits, pearls shat
and left un re discovered
for someday,
someday,
some
day

but likely not this one, this is sleep, not death,
I shut my eyes and think a thanks, truth prevails.

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As far as one may say, I might know more
or less than the standard, normalized person.

I may have had more words spoken near me
than many who never had the tools I have,
especially the personal time, I have taken
to listen
to books
for the blind, while

driving mile after mile on roads built
by mankind across the continent I live on.

I can consider Tolstoy a failed ensample
of a curiousity construct, inclined to accept
real congruity, eh, is that the word, coherency,

sticking together to become elemental parts,

almost elevating the essence that being is,
to the knowing that the knower is knowing…

not for, nor why, but so, being so many possible

parts of so many plausible entireties, each actual
processing mind prepositioning self in other words.

Being cyborgian, not demented, but there's
an edge, spirits can cross painlessly…

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Sup
supposed
superior position
supposed to be top.

Utmost, uppermost
ultimate umbrage

shade
shadow low to the ground,

local turkey buzzard grace
given true liberty flight
over me, free
to see,
feel, accept as real.
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On Earth, as it is in Heaven,
in spirit, of course, not really
yet, with a little wish it so,

realizable perfect Wisdom
from Heaven, realizable
for some who make

beliefs, relieving weighed reality,
breath and river, trees and freeway

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When.
Now, suppose, position time
at this stream instantiating data posed
to mark those points with no pastence.

Not long ago, make believers made
boys believe we've been made
to fly through the sky, and
ever after then,
we believed.

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From the future,
at the speed of thought,
literally let us agree, thunk
words carry any sense you make.

Your at
present position,
in Heavenly scale, JWST
on currency considered
influx imaginable indeed
side-real context input ports
make believe or realize, mindwise,
within Physics, the science of reality,
clear noway, beyond boy's true beliefs

we believed,
basically the truth revealed,
at
about the bottom edge
of puberty, say
seventh grade,
in the U.S.A., that summer,
for many a Boomer, unforgettable,
1961, yo', Boomer, get out of the slot,
jump the track, lose the confusing loosening

hot wire
from the capacitor, country kids know,

a shock somebody must feel
to believe,
to know
it's funny, we laugh
at the Yankee city kid, loser

loosened childmind lid,
the anger and the shame,
and the pain, the unbelievable shock it takes
to crank a war surplus jeep, the shock makes

the whole life event, a better, shamed

by rubes,
yes, rubes,
what's a rube.
You. You're a rube/ ra' ah ben Jacob's eldest,

not so bad a name, AI tells me
a man named
Reuben Waithaka:

A 72-year-old Kenyan man
walked out the back door, in Alabama,
around the middle of May, in 2025,

and nothin' won't undo that, wandering
away forgetting everything, that temptation

sad, story, such as any accidently hearing it, say, man

this life can instantly change,
so sudden any person can
disappear, instantly be gone,
so sudden… few go so mysteriously, instant
in prayer, sudden
at a thought,

a faith, held supposedly true,
instant persistant what if.

Same science Elijah uses. Save a seat.


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Stories, reports from wars past, haunt me,
in spirit sensing wondering,
perplexing twisted strands
from National histories
kept for posterity, seen as certain
evidence of life being as reasonless
as distant suns in swirling galaxies.

The business of making ends meet,

make any punctual sense, ends now.

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Dear, the word, intends
to express worthiness, valued

by cost, not
to make or gain the dear thing, but
by pain
at the loss,

remembering reason,
reattaching whole
required why lines, dangling

Among the many joys,
eudaemonia, silliness in the sense lost

nine cousin romps in the lawn sprinklers,

secrets sacralized sold
for students tempted so,

sacred vow bound logic

-
mid-14c., logike, "branch of philosophy that treats of forms of thinking;
the science of distinction of true from false reasoning,"
-

Refine elemental whying, trying, taking
for good, leaving
as worthless but
for marking
in mind, poisonous deception

Games of getting to the perfect peace,
having no driving curiosities or prides,

mystic authority granted me, poetically,
costly so-called sciences, I am, by faith,

for which homeostasis is the reason, ready,
balance of energy store and energy conversion

self guided discovery, so deep is one's ignorance,
self sorting discourses through mortal events, time
since e verily was allegorically massively imaginable

at thought sped enlightenment intended
to disrupt rote thought, symbol assignments
and general intelligence deceptive practices,

the bread and butter of the business of Psyche,
logic by which mankind live and learn and lead
those yet to be to become augmented generally
intelligent choosers of values… versus costs, price

personal, what portion of one's daily bread is paid,
back by me, the muse user enjoying being alive,
and safe, high in the coastal foothills environs,
practically perfect weather for happy humans,

gatherers more than hunters,
crafters more than manufacturers,
traders more than sellers or buyers,

but lacking religion, woe is them, indeed, if
all the witnesses to Hell, sent back to spare us,
perdition due the ignorance of original foul sin,
are not exalting their knowledge of damnation,
against the sacred knowledge of good and evil.

Live evil lurks in mere repetitioning prayer error.

Hooks in Jim Morrison's oevre, say… you cannot

imagine a reality without disgusting disdain for order,

order, in the court… witness under oath testing if we
agree, this is the ever we got this morning, as we rose

from slumber… we, thee linking me… in mind, inspired
thought, amused bemusement refusing confusing truths,

God loves Hell, love's it, or…

blasphemy, accuse me, gospel performer professional,
j'cuse, indeed. Did I dare to die for the American Story,

Home of the free, Land of the brave, oh, say, can you,
remember the first hand grenade WHUMP! can you,

not mirror neurologically callused startle response wise,

real deal, dead people, blood, smells, smoke, silence,
deaf deal with it… accept

therapy, publish, or perish, laugh and live free in truth,

not simple, but sub-elementally perfectly sublime

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The news from my future,
is mentally actively spiritually leading,

holding my circumstantial ordinariness,

spending a lifetime to reach one last day,
which can, we may imagine, be any day.
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Meaning in landmarks set as scenes,
who imagines whose mind's lost all hope,

who can, as a God-fearin' man, *** boy, cowboy,
drifter with a gift of gab and a deck of cards,
declare 'is whole soul forfeit, should he lie.

Bet me I did not beat my own demons, just
now, for the rest of my life, on the most likely last

day, I spend this way, like it were that very one.

The day called Judgement day, same  size day
as those in that original week, rest assured. What?

Obfuscation, cultural integrity, opposing
the holy Pharisees of mutual warring wills.

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In word form, as a thought, logic is open
seeping sneaking suspicions suggesting surety,
has an am big is us re-both-knowing ness spirit form
for a ready reader, list as doth the spirit, sure hot
wind in a gape jawed face, asking if this may be real
as has been realizable
since commercial radio, propagating productive
personal mysterious
signals sent via zeitgeist,
which reasserts itself, prodigious certainty of purpose,

what do I wish, what do we wish, we, with us in it, me
and you wishing we felt some fealty due the heroic me…

what if expressing a self, molded military mind model,
in a complex religious mystery granted symbols just as

right angled and perpendicular to gravity, per se

timely, chance, definite purpose, be as good as truth,

no harm, no foul, patiently pretending toward goodness,
as do little green apples, and children in my vicinity, true,

all the children in my house, and yard today, are good,
universal attestations, any ever experiencing, such a July,
presume these kids are as happy as can be, today
where I happened just to be, he who chose
to stick and stay and make it pay, by faith
some how, kindalike an intuition,
by now, this'd be real, an actual poetic privilege,

the truth that once the best that I could think or ask, a day,

whole, no ritual mass or mirror mantra back atcha, one day,

surrounded by children, literally running around my house,
and squealing little girl laughter at little boys rolling in mud.

Interesting and celebrated mortals,
made immortal
in a novel way,
the world as
imagined,
that once,
the lost
generation, weren't we all aware…

history, back to eve, mito-mom, good sci
easy believing, no sweat, no after effect,
faster fasting,
slow learn the chants, can't we sing
if we wish
trumpet in a concrete canyon blown blue

morph
phain, feign gnosis, yes, this is the better,
ever after
that ever before.

Breathe. Think, a steady state of suspended
dis-be, leads to un-be edu to be
lief or not.

Is that a lot to ask?
Not om om
my god, I think,
I am,
but I could be wrong, I lost this game
once.

On this very spot,
I thought I re
co-knew, we
two, were meant to
become compleat, once,
each breeding pair
preselected,
to harmonize, meet,
certainly, we may say,
we can believe we know,
we bear fruit for seasons,
time after time, as ware we
are apt to rethink how clouds

without rain dismay some minds,
hot, midsummer working winds,

efforting effectually pulling power
out of perpetual ice now known not
perpetual but not precisely predictable/

here, in mind,
not a wit behind, Dequincy, a leap beyond
Elon, in mind adventured intelflux basic acid
tested will to meet after ever leaves Earthian,

alienation situations some say we all pass through,
some small percentage still carry coins, for our passage,
and to hold our eyes closed through the viewing, proving

s-sure,
strange just
suddenly, no life, just
surity, good credit, then

he is dead, that body, there's no sense in the embalming,
the earth shall eventually break down the royal sarcophagus,
even the satin lined, ultra deep tucked, for eternal rest assured,
and the triple hermetic seal… micro metal flake pearlescent lid,

shall crumble, under the weight of final rest and return to dirt.

But, rest, really assured, all you ever are, never was but
the stuff stars become when they go molecular.